Sometimes I think the weather is just seeing how far it can push me toward thinking the unthinkable (selling the boat), before reminding me why I never actually will. August was a weather write off and September was full of crazy boatshowness. Cannes was the second week, Southampton the week after and Monaco the week after that, so thoughts of boating were banished as the month flew by in a blizzard of flights, hotels, filming, editing and scheduling. By the time the dust settled, the boat had barely moved for two months. October was mostly taken up with the Fort Lauderdale show, November was cold and drab. And then, in December, the weather decided to give us some of what we were supposed to have had in August, if it…